This picture was made in August of 2001. Tonice put his arm around Ocie’s shoulder, “She’s my baby,” he said.

Ocie pointed out that the next January would be their 62nd anniversary.

Sadly, they didn’t get to celebrate together. Tonice died that fall. This was the last picture of the two of them we have. We buried him on a gray, muddy day with a copy in his breast pocket. Ocie missed him terribly ever after.

He was the most humble, honorable man I’ve known. My great-grandmother was as sweet and gentle a lady as you could meet.

I hope they’re getting to celebrate together today.

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